Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 pages |
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... murmurs greet me , As ' midst the silence of the stars I wake , And watch for thy dear sake . " And thou , will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Lay , like a ...
... murmurs greet me , As ' midst the silence of the stars I wake , And watch for thy dear sake . " And thou , will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Lay , like a ...
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... murmurs stole , Thou child of love and promise ! -What a tale Of hopes and fears , of gladness and of gloom , Hung on that slender filament of sound ! Life's guileless pleasures and its griefs profound Seemed mingling in thy horoscope ...
... murmurs stole , Thou child of love and promise ! -What a tale Of hopes and fears , of gladness and of gloom , Hung on that slender filament of sound ! Life's guileless pleasures and its griefs profound Seemed mingling in thy horoscope ...
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... murmur at thy deep repose , Or call thee ours , the ills of life to prove , And taste the bitterness of mortal woes . Oh , blest ! to feel thy guiltless race is run— Thy fadeless crown without the strife is won . TO MY SON . GRAHAME ...
... murmur at thy deep repose , Or call thee ours , the ills of life to prove , And taste the bitterness of mortal woes . Oh , blest ! to feel thy guiltless race is run— Thy fadeless crown without the strife is won . TO MY SON . GRAHAME ...
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... murmur , as from brooding dove- " Good - night ! " - And this is death ! Oh , who hath called thee " terrible ! " Mild angel ! most benign ! Could mother's fondest lullaby Have laid to rest more blissfully That sleeping babe , than ...
... murmur , as from brooding dove- " Good - night ! " - And this is death ! Oh , who hath called thee " terrible ! " Mild angel ! most benign ! Could mother's fondest lullaby Have laid to rest more blissfully That sleeping babe , than ...
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... murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply : But when the cherub lip hath learned to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as ...
... murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply : But when the cherub lip hath learned to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as ...
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angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
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Page 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Page 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Page 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Page 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.